The Corvette. It has to be the iconic symbol of American motor vehicle muscle. It’s the complete antithesis of the soccer mom van. It’s long, sleek, only two seats, and in a word, it’s just sexy. The Corvette was built for speed. Even when it’s sitting still it looks like it’s ready to go fast. If given the opportunity, I’d love to shoot cars for a living. It’s a feeling that takes me back to my childhood, when we’d yell bingo as a nice looking ride rolled by. The Corvette was always my personal favorite, particularly the Stingray. Who knows maybe one day I’ll get one. Until then I’ll just shoot when I see them.